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TO ALL, THOSE WHO, IN GOD'S INSCRUTABLE BUT NONE THE 

LESS WISE PROVIDENCE, LIE UPON BEDS OF LANGUISHING 

AND PAIN, BY TWO FELLOW-SUFFERERS, WHO WOULD 

SHARE THEIR LIGHT AND SO CHEER THE HOURS 

OF DARKNESS AND DOUBT WHICH GOD USES 

FOR THE TRAINING AND TESTING OF HIS 

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GREETINGS 

We turn to the Book of blessing, 

And read its glad words of cheer, 
To find the happiest greetings 

To gladden the coming year : Num. 6 : 24-26. 

That the Lord would "bless" and "keep" us. 

And graciously give us "peace"; 
"Lift up his countenance" on us 

( Light that shall i^ale not, nor cease) ; 

Fill us with "joy in believing," Rom. 15: 13. 

"Abounding in hope" the more; 
"Strengthen with might" by his Spirit, 

And lead us, going before; 
Make us fruit-bearing branches, 

"Hooted and grounded in love," Eph. 3:16, 17, 
"The power of his resurrection" Phii. 3: lo. 

Drawing our soul-growth above. 

Then sweetly the benediction 

Falls like a gentle refrain: 
The grace of Christ, our Lord Jesus, Phii. 4 : 23. ^ 

Be 'with you ever. Amen. 
So come to the Book of blessing. 

And read its dear pages through. 
For happiest words of greeting, n. cor. 5: 17. 

That make "all the days" seem "new." 
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LooKiXG sunward, like the flowers, 
Seeds from amaranthine bowers 
Blossom in these hearts of ours. 

Looking sunward all the daj^. 
Catching eveiy golden raj^ 
Lo! an ever-brightening way. 

Looking sunward, let the light, 
Streaming down in blessed night. 
Fill our hearts with radiance bright. 

Looking sunward, till the grace, 
Shining in the happy face. 
Cheer a neighbor in the race. 

Looking sunward, clouds flit by; 
But beyond. Love's trustful eye 
Sees the clear and smiling sky. 

Sun of Righteousness Divine, 
"Powers of darkness" may combine, 
Changeless, still, thy beams shall shine ! 

Guide us to that Land serene. 
Where no shadows intervene, 
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THE "DOOR OF HOPE" 

"Therefore, behold, I will allure her, and bring her into the 
wilderness, and speak comfortably unto her. And I will give her 
her vineyards from thence, and the valley of Achor for a door of 
hope : and she shall sing there " ( Hos. 2 : 14, 15 ). 

Down in the valley of Achor, 

Valley of sorrow and tears, 
Wondering, Hath God forsaken? 

Mourning the lost, hapi^y years, 
Sadly, so sadly, I wandered. 

Hardly uplifting a prayer; 
This was the valley of Achor, 

Hedged with a wall of despair. 

Then, through the chill and the darkness 
(Falling, oh, so tenderly!), 

Listen! a gentle Voice speaking- 
Sweet words of comfort to me. 

"Rise, my dear child, from thy sorrow; 
See! I have opened a door; 

Come now, and stand on its threshold. 
Bright Door of Hope, evermore. 

Ah, what a radiance shining 

From the veiled face of my Lord ; 
So(ft, soft, the echoes vibrating. 

Music that breathed from his word. 
So led, — his arm was around me, — 

Coming to Hope's open door. 
Standing there in the warm sunshine, 

Sang I, my heart to outpour. 

Seeing the purple-crowned mountains. 
Hillsides and green vineyards there, 

Where the Lord's fruitage was gromng, 
Fruit for his "afterward" fair,— 



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Ah, then, forgettmg the valley, 
Now at this sweet, open door, 

Sang I again in my gladness, 
Longing to praise him still more. 

Songs of the Dear One beside me ; 

Songs of the bright hills beyond; 
Songs for the glory that touched me, 

Songs for the infinite bond 
Holding me ever and ever 

Close to the dear Saviour's side ; 
Songs, at Hope's door, of the country 

Where I shall be "satisfied." 



THE BIT OF FERN 

Edith was enjoying a rare treat, viewing a 
variety of mounted specimens through a fine 
microscope. Presently, a sHde was placed, on 
which was pressed a tiny bit of fern. A'ery insig- 
nificant it looked to the natural eye ; a speck of 
dull green upon the glass — that was all. But 
under the magnifying power, what unsuspected 
beauties appeared ! The delicate traceries of the 
fern were outlined in loveliest tints of olive, crim- 
son, gold ! " Can it really be," said Edith, " that 
this wealth of coloring existed all the while? 
Little did I imagine such a revelation as this ! " 

Then she thought reverently of the holy Eyes, 
" unto whom all hearts are open, all desires known, 
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those Eyes are looking down into the lives of his 
children. So unattractive they seem at times to 
our unaided sight; so dull, so commonplace! But 
He can see in the lowly life of trust that grows, 
like the little fern, in some secluded corner of his 
world, a rich and wondrous beauty, crimson hues 
of love and sacrifice, golden lines of obedience and 
praise, that will make a part, "some sweet day, 
by and by," of the "glory that is to be revealed" 
at the coming of the King. 

"Then, too," thought Edith, with a throb of 
joy, "in that glad day we who have known 'in 
part' shall 'know eveii as we are known'; we, 
too, will see and recognize the hidden charms 
that bloomed around us here." 

"Can we not," whispered an inward monitor, 
"antedate that experience to some extent? Can 
we not use the microscope of faith to discern 
everlasting mercies in God's dealings with us — 
mercies too long unobserved and unimproved ? 
Can we not take the magnifying glass of love 
to look into the characters of those about us and 
discover many a trait of loveliness hitherto un- 
noticed and unappreciated?" 

So will life be full of pleasant surprises, and 
in more senses than one 

"The meanest flower that blows can give 
Thoughts that do often he too deep for tears." 



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GOD'S PRECIOUS THINGS 

*'His eye seeth every precious thing": 
The tiny fern that in the rock-cleft grows, 
The flower that blushes on the Alpine snows, 

The rainbow tintings of an insect's wing, 
The secret spring from which the river flows. 

"His eye seeth every precious thing": 
In the unpolished stone the brilliant gem 
That some day shall adorn a diadem; 

In the dull ore the gold grains glittering — 
*'Thy riches," Lord! "the earth is full" of them. 

"His eye seeth every precious thing": 
First faint responses to his matchless grace, 
The eyes at last uplifted to his face. 

The timid venture to a smiling king, 
The dim Christlikeness that he loves to trace. 

"His eye seeth eveiy precious thing": 
God's hidden one, with naught of earthly fame. 
Whose years go by in seeming just the same. 

Look up! while faith and hope shall brightly sing, 
For on his heart our High Priest wears thy name. 

"His ej^e seeth eveiy precious thing": 
The sacriflce that love is glad to make. 
The perfume boxes that his Marj^s break. 

The smallest gift his humblest child can bring. 
The lowly service done for his name's sake. 

"His eye seeth every precious thing": 
Wherever his redeemed have found a grave, — 
In unknown solitudes, beneath the wave, — 

His faithful eye keeps watch. Ring, anthems, ring ! 
Our mighty God will soul and body save. 



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"EVERLASTING" 

Taking *' Jesus only," "everlasting life,'' 
Safe among the billows and the stormy strife; 
Since his tender mercies never, never cease, 
"Everlasting kindness," "everlasting peace." 

"Everlasting cov'nant" written in his blood, 
Everlasting promise of the living God; 
In the "Rock of Ages," everlasting might; 
Walking in his footsteps, "everlasting light." 

In the "Friend of sinners," everlasting charms; 
Under human weakness, "everlasting arms"; 
Leaning on his bosom, everlasting rest, 
Everlasting answers to the soul's request. 

Breaking thro' the shadows, everlasting day. 
Everlasting well-springs gushing by the way; 
In the toil and conflict, "everlasting strength"; 
Everlasting vict'ry, crowning us at length. 

Everlasting purpose, here but dimly shown; 
Everlasting wisdom, everlasting throne; 
Ruling, overruling; happy faith will sing. 
Looking up to Jesus, everlasting king. 

"Everlasting gospel," tidings rich and free; 
Everlasting praises, swelling like the sea; 
Everlasting treasure, moth nor rust destroy; 
In his holy presence, "everlasting joy." 

Everlasting blessing from the land above; 
Boundless, never changing, "everlasting love"; 
Everlasting mansions, where we'll see his face;' 
Everlasting glory, everlasting grace. 



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NEW COMPASSIONS 

"His compassions fail not. They are new every morning" 
(Lam. 3:22,23). 

Is THERE not some mistake in this reference? 
Are these hopeful, beautiful words really found 
in a book with such a doleful name as "Lamen- 
tations"? Ah, yes! the lamentations of God's 
believing people have ever an accompaniment of 
joy, and the solemn minor passages break unex- 
pectedly into pseans of victory and praise. 

" Every morning " for everybody. Are you tired 
of monotony ? Are you thirsting for fresh water 
in the wilderness journey ? Here are springs that 
"fail not." What is God's "new compassion" for 
you to-day ? Is it this text applied to your heart 
by the Comforter ? What will it be to-morrow, I 
wonder ? How pleasant to wake up " every morn- 
ing" in the year, just as you do at Christmas, 
thinking, "Something is waiting for me!" — and 
that "something" a new thought of love in the 
tender heart of the Heavenly Father, the watching 
Saviour ! A new stirring of sympathy, a fresh 
outgoing of help for needs and longings which are 
not just the same to-day as yesterday. Or, if it is 
the recurrence to-day of the old burden of many 
yesterdays ; if it is the weariness of it that is so 
disheartening, so hard to bear ; well, the " com- 



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passion" is "new"; the comforting, the "present 
help," when we look for them, are "new," too. 

Precious Saviour, help us so to look up to thee 
"every morning," that we shall daily "sing unto 
the Lord a new song" of loving praise. 

"SUFFICIENT" 

"Sufficient unto the day is the evil thereof." 
"My grace is sufficient lor thee." 

Sufficient for the day: 
The ill, the disappoiutment, or the loss; 
Tne trifling worry or the heavy cross, — 

Just enough for the day. 

Sufficient — for what ends? 
The lesson that the Master's eyes discern 
His scholar has most urgent need to learn. 

"Line upon line" he sends. 

Sufficient for to-day! 
His child must grow in patience, faith, and prayer. 
But courage, heart ! Cast upon him thy care, — 

"Lo, I am here alway." 

Sufficient it must be! 
His love is fitting thee for perfect bliss; 
No grain weight more than needful is for this, 

Thy Saviour lays on thee. 

Sufficient! Not the ill 
Alone, for gently to thy soul each hour 
Comes his sweet grace, as on the fainting flower ' 

The evening dews distill. 

So comfort take and pray. 
And thou shalt find sufficient is his grace, 
E'en though thro' clouds the sunshine of his face 

Illumines all the way. 



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THREE PILLOWS 

I AM very weak and weary, 

But I peacefully recline 
On three soft and soothing pillows, — 

Wisdom, power, and love divine. 

Wonderful, unerring wisdom ! 

Blessed comfort this shall be. 
That the Lord, who knoweth all things, 

Knows just how to care for nae ; 
How to cheer me in my sadness, 

Change my loss to endless gain ; 
How to sow the seeds of gladness 

In the furrows made by pain. 

Then his power ! Oh, mighty pillow 

For an aching, troubled head ! 
'Tis his word commands the whirlwind, 

And the waters know his tread; 
He who rules the constellations. 

Stills the raging of the sea, 
Holds the arrows of the lightning. 

Has the power to care for me. 

All my heart is sweetly resting 

On the pillow of his love ; 
Looking up, his eyes, so tender, 

Smile upon me from abov^. 
Love, for me at Bethlehem cradled, 

Love that wept at Bethany, 
Love that bore the cross of anguish. 

Love, his love, will care for me. 

So, though very weak and weary, 

Yet I peacefully recline 
On three soft, upholding pillows, — 

Wisdom, power, and love divine. 



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BERTHA'S TEACHERS 

"What a delightful place this garden is !" said 
Bertha. 

No wonder that she thought so on that sunny, 
sparkling day. It was a luxury to breathe the 
pure, soft air, bearing perfume from the incense- 
cups of the flowers. The noble trees that tangled 
the sunshine in their leafy meshes were tuneful 
with the carols of the birds. 

" But, after all," continued she, turning lovingly 
to her companion, "I think it is your presence 
with me that gives the garden its greatest charm. 
Somehow, the beauty, the brightness, and the 
song seem all connected with yourself. Tell me, 
what is your name, lovely guest, and how came 
you here ? " 

"My name is Joy, and your Best Friend sent 
me here to teach you the meaning of his name, 
which is Love." 

"Gladly will I learn, for truly he must be my 
Best Friend to send me such a teacher as you, 
dear Joy, and I can well believe his name is 
Love, since even his messenger is so winning and 
beautiful." 

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as Bertha spoke, the glowing light began to pale, 
the birds hushed their sweet music, and the flow- 
ers closed their eyes in slumber. 

" Is the night coming so soon ? " asked Bertha, 
in surprise. Joy's face was toward the fading 
sunset, but he turned and looked at her. with an 
expression she could not understand. 

"Yes," he answered gently, "night is coming, 
and I must leave you." 

" Oh, no ! " said she, in alarm. " Why will you 
go?" 

"Because your Best Friend calls me. You have 
learned only a little of his name. He will send 
you another teacher. Farewell." 

As the bright form and lovely countenance 
disappeared from her longing view, a chilly wind 
sighed among the branches, and Bertha trembled. 
Another companion stood by her, whose mysteri- 
ous veilings inspired both awe and fear. 

" Who are you ? " cried the shrinking Bertha. 

"I am Sorrow," and the sobbing of the winter 
wind was in her voice. 

"Leave me," said Bertha, passionately. "I fear 
and dislike you ; the mist and the gloom of the 
night are upon you — nay, proceed from you. My 
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" Yes, and because his name is Love, he has sent 
me. Turn not away from me in anger; come 
indoors with me, and bear patiently with my 
attendance until you gain the blessing it is mine 
to give. Then will my mission be accomplished." 

Reluctantly, but irresistibly, Bertha was led 
into the seclusion of the house. ^'It is all dark- 
ness," moaned she, ''and the shrieking of the 
wind fills me with terror." 

"Wait," said her teacher. "'Behind the clouds 
the starbeams lurk.' Let us go to the window 
and watch until we see the jewels of the sky 
sparkling against the dark background of the 
passing storm." 

As they watched, the rain fell more and more 
gently, till it ceased ; the wind died into soft whis- 
perings, and one by one the stars shone out upon 
a brightening sky; the night grew fair, and 
peaceful, and holy. 

Bertha was no longer afraid of her companion. 
She seemed to see a reflection of the starlight in 
the eyes that looked at her so kindly. 

" Look ! " said Sorrow, and she pointed to a star 
more gloriously beautiful than all the rest. "It 
is the Morning Star, the herald of the dawn." 
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dewy air of the coming day, there was a sweetness, 
a radiance, upon her countenance, as if in answer 
to the opal tints that streaked the eastern sky. 

"Sorrow, I never knew till this moment how 
beautiful you are," said the astonished Bertha. 
"You even look like Joy, only nobler, grander 
than my friend of yesterday." 

"'Weeping may endure for a night, but joy 
cometh in the morning,'" replied the transfigured 
guest. " Let us come into the garden, for the sun- 
shine is there again. Can you believe now that your 
best Friend sent me, and that his name is Love ? " 

" Oh, yes ; and I have learned new and precious 
lessons of the meaning of that name. But will 
the night return, and will you draw around you 
again that dreadful veil of darkness ? " 

" It may be so ; I know not. This only can I 
tell you : Fear not. The brightness of the day 
is yours when he sends it; the stars of consola- 
tion are yours also, should night come on again ; 
you will henceforth be better able to discern the 
face of Joy beneath the veil of Sorrow. Trust 
Him 'who turneth the shadow of death into the 
morning,' 'until the day break, and the shadows 
flee away ' forever and forever." 



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"UNTIL THE DAY BREAK" 

His promises, like sparkling stars, 
Upon the curtains of the night, 

Through sorrow's long and lonely hours, 
Illume the soul with holy light. 

"Until the day break," and the shades 
Lift their dark wings and hasten now 

Before the sweet and gracious dawn,— 
Lo ! morning's star upon her brow. 

So end our night of weeping, Thou 
Who art our "Bright and Morning Star"; 

From the high watch-towers of our faith. 
We wait thy coming from afar. 



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PASSING THINGS 

Patience, my soul ! 
The thoughtless word that stings, 
The fretting care, the blighted hope, 

Are only passing things ; 
But oh, the peace, the light of God, 
The hope that never fades away, 
Are mine, to last as long as lives 

Eternity's bright day. 

Patience, my soul ! 
The "riches that have wings," 
The broken ties, the lonely home. 

Are only passing things; 
But oh, the "riches of his grace," 
The meetings at the crystal sea. 
The treasures of "my Father's house,'' 

Are mine, eternally. 

Patience, my soul ! 
The fears and sufferings. 
The failures sore, the downcast heart, 

Are only passing things ; 
But oh, the victory of faith, 
The life so beautiful and pure. 
The glory that shall be revealed, 

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"TREASURES OF DARKNESS" 

"Treasures of light"! How the very words 
seem to glow and sparkle with the iridescent 
beams of day ! We see the blushing morning as 
she "stands tiptoe on the mountain-tops," flinging 
her jewels on the tide of every rippling stream, 
and burnishing with gold the leaves that rustle 
a joyous welcome at the sound of her approach- 
ing footsteps. 

But God, who is the Author of Light, says unto 
his child, " I will give thee the treasures of dark- 
ness." Will it not be a pleasant thing, since they 
are our inheritance, to examine these "hidden 
riches of secret places " ? 

Down in the deep, dark mines lie the "black 
diamonds" that have been forming there for cen- 
turies. Buried beauty ! Imprisoned sunlight ! 
But in the cold winter days the hearthstone will 
be bright with the coals aflame with light and 
heat, and in the cheery warmth of the ingleside 
we will rejoice in the "treasures of darkness." 

Just .so, a hymn, a text, a cherished memory, 
will come to the soul in wintry hours of gloom, 
lighting there the living fires of faith that will 
give comfort, and blessing, and gladness. 



22 LOOKING SUNWARD 

Glorious is the sunset horizon as the Lord of 
Day gathers around him his robes of purple, 
crimson, and gold, but after a while, when the 
train "has swept through the western gates, then 

' One by one, in the infinite meadows of heaven, 
Blossom the sweet stars, the forget-me-nots of the 
angels,' 

and the moonbeam's silver light makes, over the 
ocean waves, a glittering path, as if to worlds 
beyond." 

Then again, we think of the " treasures of dark- 
ness," and looking up to the sky of God's un- 
changing truth, we may count over some of the 
numberless stars that glisten in the constellations 
of grace, and see the witching beauty of the 
reflected rays of the "Sun of Righteousness" in 
the moonbeams of peace that come to us through 
the loving ministrations of Christian friends. 

" Yes, I am suffering in my body," said Sophie, 
a sweet, triumphant smile upon her pale face, 
"but I have diamonds of joy in my heart." 

Diamonds of joy ! "Goodly pearls" of patience 
and trustfulness and hope ! Precious gems are 
these, brought up from the mines of sorrow and 
the dark waters of affliction. 

"Full many a gem, of pm*est ray serene, 
The dark, unfathomed caves of ocean bear." 



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Some quiet hour, "wjien the shadows have a 
little longer grown," God will send to his child 
another of these "treasures." 

"More softly than the dew is shed, 
Or cloud is floated overhead, 
He giveth his beloved sleep." 

The night will pass, the sleep be broken by the 
rapturous music of heaven, and the "treasures of 
darkness" be exchanged for the "glory that is to be 
revealed in us" when "joy cometh in the morn- 
ing," and the smile of the King shall light the man- 
sions in his Father's house, forever and forever. 

"SONGS IN THE NIGHT" 

God parts the curtains of the night, 

To let his angels through ; 
And streams a fairer, clearer light 

Than fell from sunlit blue. 
More sweetly rings the hymn of praise, 

From that exultant throng. 
Than when the morning stars rejoiced 

In glad creation song. 

Ah, look ! in darkness of the soul 

A soft and holy light 
When faith's uplifted eyes behold 
. Celestial visions bright. 
Not yet his angel messengers 

Their ministries shall cease; 
"Songs in the night" he giveth still; 

The Christ comes — glory, peace ! 



24 LOOKING SUNWARD 

"AS ADVERTISED" 

Hope went down town to get a new hat, and 
of course loitered a little by the way to enjoy the 
gay displays in the store windows. Such artistic 
groupings, such delightful combinations of colors, 
were quite alluring to beauty-loving eyes. 

Hope's attention was soon attracted by seeing a 
little placard on each article: "|3.98, as adver- 
tised"; "16.50, as advertised." 

The meaning was obvious. The enterprising 
merchants had published a list of articles, with 
prices, in the morning newspapers, and these 
tickets emphasized the fact that here was the 
veritable article described, at the exact price 
mentioned. The advertisement had been the 
promise of which the hat, or silk waist, or w^hat 
not, was the fulfillment. 

Then Hope's mind wandered away from the 
passing throng of people and the glittering sights 
before her — things "of the earth, earthy" — to a 
quiet garden at the dawning of a spring morning 
long ago. The birds were twittering overhead, 
the flowers were opening their sweet eyes to look 
at the clouds of gold and amethyst floating on 
the tranquil blue. Under the gray shade of the 



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olive were an open grave, a group of women, and 
a mighty angel. The angel, whose " countenance 
was like lightning, and his raiment white as 
snow," spake words of glad cheer: "He is 
risen, as he said" 

May we not all have a like joyous experience ? 
Are we not commanded to "prove all things"? 
When we read in the morning hour of a blessing 
only waiting for the claim of faith, why do we 
not go at once to the great storehouse of mercy, 
"without money and without price," and find the 
blessed gift " as advertised " in the Word ? or, to 
use more scriptural language, find it even "as 
he said." 

For there was never a promise relating to pres- 
ent need that was not meant to be proven, and 
the fulfillment to be made over into the posses- 
sion of the believer, a glowing, glorious reality. 

"Ask, and receive, that your joy may be full." 



26 LOOKING SUNWARD 



OUR REMEMBRANCER 

*' But the Comforter, which is the Holy Ghost, whom the Father 
will send in my name, he shall teach you all things, and bring all 
things to your remembrance, whatsoever I have said unto you " 
(John 14: 26). 

Bring now to my remembrance, 

Dear Comforter Divine, 
Some precious consolation, 

Some blessed word of thine, 
That thou didst gently whisper, 

In breathings soft and low, 
To prophet, sage, or psalmist, 

In days of long ago. 

Or, take the words of Jesus, 

By Galilee's blue sea; 
His promises so gracious — 

Tell them again to me. 
Remind me, whem I 'm weary. 

That he will give me rest, 
And that the weak aud helpless 

He carries on his breast. 

Bring now to my remembrance 

Dear Comforter Divine, 
Some jewel I 've forgotten, 

Some gem from mercy's mine ; 
And hang hope's fairest pictures 

To brighten memory's halls. 
Suggestions of the beauty 

Within the jasper walls. 



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Bring now to my remembrance, 

Dear Comforter Divine, 
The blessings richly granted, 

The joys that have been mine. 
Let yesterday's sweet echoes 

Awake new songs of praise. 
And vanished beams, reflected, 

Light up these shadowed days. 

Bring now to my remembrance, 

Dear Comforter Divine, 
The times when in the darkness 

I saw God's glory shine. 
Oh, bring his loving-kindness 

In glorious review. 
And with each added token 

My wondering thanks renew. 



28 LOOKING SUNWARD 



THE TOUCH OF JESUS 

"Jesus put forth his hand, and touched him " (Matt. 8:3). 

Touch me, gentle Saviour; 

Close beside me stand ; 
Let me feel the pressure 

Of thy pierced hand. 
Virtue floweth from thee; 

Touch my wounded heart; 
Let thy tender healing 

Perfect peace impart. 

"He came and took her by the hand, and lifted her up; and 
immediately the fever left her, and she ministered unto them" 
(Mark 1:31). 

Touch me, great Physician, 

Touch my aching brow ; 
May thy sweet refreshing 

Bring me comfort now. 
Moved by thy compassion, 

Touch my fevered hand, 
Till in loving service 

I before thee stand. 

" Lo, this hath touched thy lips ; and thine iniquity is taken 
away, and thy sin purged " (Isa. 6:7). 

Touch my lips, dear Master, 

With a living coal 
From thy sacred altar ; 

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Freely as a river 
From its mountain spring, 

Telling thy salvation, 
My Redeemer-King ! 

"He put his hands again upon his eyes, and made him look 
up "(Mark 8: 25). 

Touch mine eyes, O Saviour! 

Let faith's vision grow 
Clearer, fuller, stronger. 

Seeing love's bright glow. 
Touch mine ears to listen 

To the "still, small voice"; 
May each whispered promise 

Make my heart rejoice. 

"Jesus put forth his hand, and touched him, saying, I will; be 
thou clean " (Matt. 8:3). 

Touch me, mighty Jesus! 

Touch my sinful soul; 
Blessed Lamb of Calvary, 

Cleanse me, make me whole. 
Oh, what joy to know thee 

Near, so near to me ! 
Is thy touch so precious? 

What will heaven be? 



30 LOOKING SUNWARD 

CLIMBING OLD CHEOPS 

A GROUP of friends were enjoying a collection 
of photographs of famous places. Presently, they 
came to a picture of the Pyramids. "How very 
natural looking ! " said Mr. N. Then he gave 
a graphic and amusing account of his ascent 
of Cheops during the previous winter. This great 
pyramid is four hundred and fifty-one feet high, 
ascending by steps of three feet each. You can 
imagine what a steep staircase this would be, 
especially when covered with layers of sand and 
debris. An Arab guide grasped each hand, and 
leaped forward, dragging the traveler along by 
main force ; another rapacious Arab, hungry for a 
dollar, seized his cane ; another went to the rear 
and vigorously pushed and grunted ; while a 
fifth officiously offered a drink of vile-looking 
water. With all this pushing, pulling, jumping, 
and clambering, the ascent occupied nearly a 
half hour, and the gentleman arrived at the 
top too exhausted to enjoy the superb view that 
stretched before him. 

But to his amazement, one of the guides 
skipped lightly down the side of Cheops, up 
the next pyramid, and back again, in an in- 



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credibly short space of time, and with cat-Hke 
ease and agihty. 

One of the Hsteners thought of this text : "He 
maketh my feet Hke hinds' feet ; and setteth me 
upon my high places." 

A new light flashed upon the familiar words. 
Life sometimes seems to be a rough and stony 
Cheops. How are we to keep steadily moving 
onward and skyward? Only when the feet are 
fitted for the task by the unfailing grace of God. 

David found many a Hill Difficulty in his 
pilgrimage, and it was a glad and triumphant 
experience of the power of his almighty Helper 
that enabled him to say, "It is God that gird- 
eth me with strength, and maketh my way per- 
fect." 

Long years after, Habakkuk found similar 
trials, and rejoiced in the same consolation. "The 
Lord God is my strength, and he will make my 
feet like hinds' feet, and he will make me to walk 
upon mine high places." 

But suppose, in the weakness of our faith, we 
cannot grasp the promise — cannot believe it pos-^ 
sible that our poor, stumbling feet could gain such 
attainments. Then the Lord, in the tenderness 
of his sympathy and the reality of his help, 



32 LOOKING SUNWARD 

changes the figure of the promise, and says, "I 
will hold thee." "The Lord Hfteth up the meek." 
It is not easy for us to climb up those great steps, 
but it will be easy for him to lift us. And his 
assistance will not be the rude forcing of "an 
hireling," but the loving upholding of the Friend 
who says, " I will lead on softly." 

Let us be assured that with such leading we 
shall not be too exhausted to enjoy the view when 
we reach the summit. Before our happy vision 
will lie the fair valley of blessing and a more 
beautiful river than the Nile, even the broad 
River of Peace, gliding on to the Ocean of Bless- 
edness. 

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JUST AS THEY COME 

Take the days thy Father sends thee 

Just as they come; 
Golden treasures that he lends thee, 

Just as they come ; 
Passing by on time's swift wheels, 
Day by day his love reveals, 
Night by night his goodness seals, 

Just as they come. 

Take the pleasures and the trials 

Just as they come; 
Granted prayers, and wise denials. 

Just as they come. 
All thy need the Father knows. 
Naught but blessing he bestows ; 
Take the briars and the rose, 

Just as they come. 

Take the duties he appoints thee. 

Just as they come ; 
'Tis for these his grace anoints thee, 

Just as they come. 
None too small to test thy love. 
And the willing heart to prove, 
Steps to nobler work above, 

Just as they come. 

Learn the lessons kindly given, 

Just as they come; 
Train thereby thy soul for heaven, 

Just as they come. 
Xesus knows the hardest lines 
In the pages he assigns, 
And his mercy through them shines, 

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THE USE OF THE HUMP 

There are some men in the world who can 
answer any question put to them. Harper's 
Young People tells a good story about one of 
these persons who was once a keeper of the 
London Zoo. He was pestered to death by the 
questions which people asked, but he always 
gave an answer. On a recent occasion a coun- 
tryman strolled in, and after looking curiously 
at the camel for a few moments, he turned to 
the keeper and said : 

"I say, mister, what's he have a hump for?" 

" What does he have a hump for ? " repeated 
the keeper. 

"Yes; what's the good of it?" asked the vis- 
itor. 

"Why — er — it makes the camel of him, of 
course," replied the keeper, after some hesita- 
tion. "People wouldn't travel miles to see him 
if he didn't have that hump. Fact is, without 
it he might as well be a cow." 

The stranger departed very well satisfied. 

Many of us, like the countryman at the zoo, 
have questions to ask about "the use of the 
hump." Perhaps we can find a suggestive an- 



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swer in the wisdom of the philosophical keeper, 
"It makes the camel of him." 

Disadvantages of station or environment, phys- 
ical afflictions, disappointments, loss, hindrances, 
— these are the humps of which we say, discon- 
tentedly, "Cuibono?" 

Yet these very things are needful to make 
of each one of us just what God would have 
us be ; to develop his special thought concerning 
us as to usefulness, influence, beauty of character, 
Christ-likeness. "For one star difiPereth from 
another star in glory." 

St. Paul had a hump (although he called it 
" a thorn " ), and by the blessing of God it helped 
to make the saint of him — brave, heroic soldier 
of the cross that he was! 

Mrs. Fearall has a hump in the shrinking 
diffidence that is such a hindrance, she thinks, in 
her Christian work. But her felt need throws her 
more entirely upon the strength of God, which, 
more than she realizes, is made "perfect" in her 
"weakness." 

Will Steadfast had a hump — a tendency to 
pulmonary trouble that sent him, an exile from 
home, to a far-distant frontier town. Yet there 
he was made an instrument of great usefulness 



36 LOOKING SUNWARD 

in becoming a moral and intellectual leader in 
the formative years of a rapidly growing city. 

Gentle little Pearl has a hump, compelling her 
to exchange the rosy dreams of youth for the 
wearisome life of a "shut-in." Yet who can tell 
how many lives she has brightened and uplifted 
by -'only forgetting herself" and showing her 
tender thoughtfulness for others by those sympa- 
thizing, hopeful letters that make "Sunny Cor- 
ner " a blessed center to many grateful hearts. 

These humps ! Who is without one ? Ah, 
well, we do not choose them, nor need we. One 
wiser and more loving than the best of us knows 
when and where to send them, and he only can 
give the transforming touch that will turn the 
burden to a blessing, the sigh to a song, the sob 
to a shout of victory. Laus Deo ! 



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A BRUISED REED 

The rnddy shepherd lad 

On Judah's grassy hills, 
Oft led his flock to rest 

Beside the flowing rills; 
And from the reeds that grew 

Along the rippling stream, 
Drew forth some simple notes 

To voice a poet's dream. 

The Heavenly Shepherd seeks, 

With love and skill divine, 
To waken blessed chords 

In this poor heart of mine. 
Dear Master, canst thou use 

A bent and bruised reed. 
To make the melody 

Of which "the Lord hath need''? 

Thy tenderness and grace 

Stir echoes pure and long; 
Oh, breathe them forth thro' me. 

And make my "life a song." 
Take thou the bruised reed, 

And give it. Lord, a voice, — 
Thy music, that shall e'en 

Make other hearts rejoice. 



38 LOOKING SUNWARD 



FOLDED HANDS 

Folded, because of our Father's will ; 
"Even so, Father! " help us "be stilL" 

Folded Id loving, believing prayers. 
Cast in the censer our High Priest bears. 

Folded in praise of the wondi'ous grace,. 
Making us "meet" for the fitted "place." 

Folded in patience : weU may this be 
When the dear nail-pierced hands we see. 

Folded in hope of the service blest 
AYhere joyful action is perfect rest. 



"THEIR ARM EVERY MORNING" 

"Be thou their arm every morning" (Isa. 33: 2). 

For his people an arm of redemption. "Thou 
hast with thine arm redeemed thy people." "And 
he saw that there was no man, and wondered 
that there was no intercessor: therefore his arm 
brought salvation unto him." 

Can anything be more beautiful than this ? It 
pictures our God as if wondering that no one but 
himself should be willing to save sinners, and so 
the very arm against which we have rebelled is 
the one outstretched to bring salvation. Is it not 
wonderful ? 



LOOKING SUNWARD 39 

But that arm has not only obtained eternal 
redemption " once for all," but it is " outstretched 
still" "every morning" to deliver us from the 
spiritual foes that daily, hourly, strive to injure 
and defile us. But "thou hast a mighty arm," 
always ready to help, uplift, and strengthen ; and 
those who, in their weakness, rely upon that arm 
will come out of every conflict with the glad song 
of praise upon their lips. 

" sing unto the Lord a new song ; for hje hath 
done marvellous things : his right hand, and his 
holy arm, hath gotten him the victory." 

His arm means sovereignty. Looking into our 
own lives and out into the world, we see some- 
times very much to perplex and dishearten ; but 
"his arm shall rule for him." 

" My righteousness is near ; my salvation is gone 
forth, and mine arms shall judge the people : the 
isles shall wait upon me, and on mine arm shall 
they trust." 

His arm means guidance. What do we know 
of to-morrow? Is not every outgoing into the 
future,, as far as mere earthly foresight is con- 
cerned, a leap into the dark? But leaning on 
our Beloved, every step is taken "in the light," 
and his upholding will bear us surely, safely 



40 LOOKING SUNWARD 

onward. "That led them . . . with his glorious 
arm." His arm means the strong, yet tender, 
support of the helpless. "He shall gather the 
lambs with his arm." And of Him who is the 
"brightness" of the Father's "glory" we read that 
he took the children up in his arms, put his 
hands upon them, and blessed them. 

Dear Lord, if through thy grace we have been 
converted and have become as little children, 
then we claim the children's place and the chil- 
dren's blessing ! Take us up in thine arms 
" every morning," and in every hour of fear carry 
us in thy bosom. 

His arm means the embrace of an infinite 
love. Just as the tired head falls upon the 
pillow, so let the soul lie down upon the "ever- 
lasting arms" that faint not, neither are weary. 

"And the peace of God, which passeth all un- 
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THE THREE-FOLD MOTTO 

Looking unto Jesus." 

My grace is sufficient for thee." 

Whose I am and whom I serve." 

While "looking unto Jesus" 

We find his precious grace 
Will arm us for the conflict, 

And gird us for the race ; 
" Sufficient" as he promised, 

Wherever he may lead, 
For comfort in our sorrow, 

For "help in time of need." 

While "looking unto Jesus," 

Upon the blood-stained cross. 
We see the love that bought us. 

Redeeming us from loss ; 
Our lives, to him surrendered, 

We lay at his dear feet. 
For "sacrifice or service " 

To be in him "complete." 

While "looking unto Jesus," 

"The Lamb upon the throne," 
With grateful hearts responding, 

"Thine, Saviour, thine alone" : 
We trust his boundless mercy. 

Our offering to accept. 
And sing, with glad thanksgiving, 

" Saved, evermore, and kept." 

While "looking unto Jesus," 

His risen life we share, 
" Changed " by his Holy Spirit 

Into his likeness fair. 
O blessed transformation ! 

To grow like him we love. 
From "glory unto glory," 

Until we meet above. 



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CONSIDER 

"In the day of adversity consider." 

I]S' days of distress and affliction 
Let faith sing her jubilant psalm, 

And peace, the dear Lord's benediction, 
Bring healing like Gilead's balm. 

"Consider" the love of the Father, 

His promises, jewels of hght ; 
His weak, wearj' chikhen he'll gather 

In arms of compassion and might. 

"Consider" his mercies; remember 
Who sends both the sunshine and rain. 

Fair June, and the snow-crowned December,- 
He measures thy pleasui'e and pain. 

"Consider," 'tis by his aiDpointment, 
The trouble so "grievous" to bear; 

He knows why the sore disappointment, 
We'll know when we meet "over there." 

"Consider," the seeming denial 
Betokens his child's higher gain; 

In tear-watered furrows of trial 
Is springing the bright golden grain. 

"Consider'' the sweet consolation 

That Jesus so tenderly brings; 
Our riches, his blessed salvation ; 

Our hiding place, "under his wings." 






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"Consider" that he is thy "Brother," 
And "born for adversity's" hour; 

His comfort like that of a mother; 
Unfaihng his grace and his power. 

"Consider" that gold is the brighter 
When tried in the heat of the flame ; 

So souls in the furnace grow whiter, 
When trusting his all-saving name. 

O hear, in the hour of thy sadness, 
The voice of the Heavenly Dove; 

He whispers of blessing, and gladness. 
Of wonderful, measureless love. 

Now, fleeting the moments of sorrow — 

Thej' pass "like a vapor" away; 
But endless the beautiful morrow — 

"No night" to that radiant day. 

"Consider," thro' life's varied story, 

He leads us whatever befall; 
Beyond, his ineflfable glorj^, 

Where Jesus shall be "all in all." 

"Consider" this "hope set before us," 
It shines like a star thro' the gloom; 

Ah, soon we shall swell heaven's chorus, 
'Mid joys that eternally bloom. 



44 LOOKING SUNWARD 

THE TWILIGHT TALK 

It was the close of the summer day, and Miss 
Ramsay sat in her big rocking-chair by the 
window, watching the fair twihght sky, that 
grieved not for its fading roses, knowing that 
brilliant gems would soon be sparkling on its 
tranquil breast. 

The voice that had read the precious words 
of inspiration to so many needy souls, was faint 
and tremulous ; the feet that had gone up and 
down the city streets on the Master's errands 
of love, were crippled by the cruel pain of 
rheumatism, but the heart of the faithful Bible 
reader was kept fresh by that "fountain of im- 
mortal youth" that Ponce de Leon failed to 
discover, but which gushes, pure and beautiful, 
from the mighty "Rock of Ages." 

"I have been thinking all day," said Miss 
Ramsay to her visitor, "of a tune that I loved 
in bygone years — a sweet and plaintive melody, 
'Rock Me to Sleep.' I have longed to sing it 
to words that would be comforting to me, and 
have tried to fit familiar hymns to its measure, 
but could not succeed. Can you remember any- 
thing that would be suitable ? " 



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''No/' answered her friend, after a little reflec- 
tion; "but ask the Master to give me the words 
you need. Then I can write a hymn especially 
for you." 

"Sweetly and Tenderly" (see below) is the out- 
come of that twilight talk. Miss Ramsay needs 
it no longer, for she has entered the land beyond 
the evening shadows, where the sun goeth down 
no more forever. 

Will her hymn comfort some one else ? 

SWEETLY AND TENDERLY 

[To the tune of "Rock Me to Sleep."] 

Sweetly and tenderly speak, Lord, to me, 
Telling of love divine, boundless and free ; 
Tell me of mercy that pardons my sin, 
Streams of salvation that cleanse me within. 
Speak to me. Lord ; I am ready to hear — 
Now with thy wonderful blessing draw near. 
Comfort, rich comfort, is thine to impart ; 
Speak to my heart, Sa\4our; speak to my heart. 

Sweetly and tenderly speak, Lord, again ; 
Come in the stillness of sorrow and pain ; 
Come in the sunlight of heaven -born joy ; 
Then shall thy praises my glad lips employ. 
Oh ! let thine arms be around me, I pray, 
Resting, upholding me day after day ; 
Helping me ever with thee to abide. 
Close to thy side. Saviour, close to thy side. 



46 LOOKING SUNWARD 

Sweetly and tenderly speak, Lord, to me ; 
Soft as the moonbeams that silver the sea. 
Welcome as dewdrops refreshing the flowers, 
Comes thy low whisper in life's passing hours. 
Only thy smile can the darkness dispel. 
Only thy voice break the world's w^itching spell, 
Till that fair dawn when the shadow^s depart. 
Speak to my heart, Saviour ; speak to my heart. 



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LOOKING SUNWARD 47 

DIVINE CARE 

The Wednesday night prayer-meeting was 
very impressive. The Holy Spirit met with 
the worshipers and put all into sympathetic help- 
fulness. 

At last rose these words in holy song : 

"Amid the trials which I meet, 

Amid the thorns that pierce my feet, 
One thought remains supremely swe^t : 
Thou thinkest, Lord, of me." 

One heart was strangely moved by it, and 
amid the congregation felt himself individualized. 
He was alone with God ! There were other per- 
sons whose needs were great, but in some way 
the words were for him : " Thou thinkest, Lord, 
of me." 

Sometimes amid the thronging multitudes we 
may feel ourselves looked upon as one of the 
many, without any distinctive sense ; the indi- 
vidual need lost sight of in the general good. 
Jesus of Nazareth taught that not a sparrow falls 
without^ your Father's notice, and that ye are of 
more value than many sparrows. Therefore, the 
individual heart comes under our Lord's notice 
and care. Without neglecting others he cares for 



48 LOOKING SUNWARD 

you. God hears the sigh, watches the tear, and 
sees when you tremble. How comforting to feel, 
that amid the vast and intricate creation that sur- 
rounds us, and seemingly of more value than our 
poor lives, God should have special regard for his 
children. Thus did God come near to the devout 
heart that night and banish all loneliness. The 
man joined in the last verse and sang in tones 
of victory : 

"Let shadows come, let shadows go, 
Let life be bright or dark with woe, 
I am content, for this I Ivuow, 
Thou thinkest. Lord, of me." 



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